The zipper was not tightly closed, allowing me to see the scenery outside fluctuating back and forth.

I followed Fang Sen's steps, swaying from side to side. He was very scared, even running with the same hand and foot.

Fang Sen's apartment was on the eighteenth floor. While riding the elevator, a child lying on his mother's shoulder blinked and looked at me, cried out loudly when he saw me clearly, while adults looked puzzled.

I felt sorry for this, blinking my eyes hard, trying to hide my head deeper.

When we arrived home, Fang Sen went to wash his face first, taking deep breaths continuously.

I saw many picture frames in his living room, all covered with black cloth, revealing nothing.

This made me very curious. Fang Sen had no intention of removing the cloth from the paintings, nor did he intend to unzip them.

I pinned all my hopes on him.

As time passed, I couldn't help but close my eyes due to fatigue, when the doorbell rang, and a man with a luxurious appearance stood with one hand in his pocket, showing off his gold watch on his wrist, with a hoarse voice: "Xiao Sen, Long time no see."

"I just came back from Montpellier a few days ago, very tired, so I want to eat something delicious, but it also has to be classy.

I felt black lines all over my face. I couldn't see Fang Sen, but I could hear his speechless voice: "Wang Shi, I'm not in the mood to catch up with you today."

Wang Shi smirked: "OK, do as you please. I'm here to help you. It seems like you don't appreciate it."

Unexpectedly, he lifted the black cloth, the paintings like shy women who couldn't hide, appearing naked in front of me.

In the painting, a naked woman lay on the dining table, her whole body in the shape of a big character, without facial features, with a great figure, surrounded by a few black shadows.

The background was the moon hanging high, everything happening in the moonlight, as if the moon was also involved, becoming a spectator.

This painting made me uncomfortable.

Wang Shi sighed: "So beautiful, I found a buyer for you abroad, and the offer was very stable."

Fang Sen supported his head: "I'm not in the mood to talk about this today."

Wang Shi shrugged, indifferent: "Well, but she urged again, we must gather, at the old place."

After Wang Shi left, Fang Sen planned to put the photo in his backpack. At the moment he unzipped it, his body fell backward until it hit the wall with a bang.

I blinked desperately. Fang Sen opened his mouth, and after a while he found his voice: "Qiu Ning? Is it you?"

I almost wanted to cry.

Fang Sen knelt on the ground, at a loss: "Don't be afraid, I'll save you."

How to save?

Obviously, Fang Sen couldn't find a way either, and in the end, he actually considered a direct approach.

I saw him slowly approaching, holding a pair of pliers in his hand, aiming at my eyes.

Gradually, Fang Sen's eyes became trance-like. He licked his lips and seemed to recall something.

He slowly said:

"You're really beautiful, especially those eyes."

"After all these years, you haven't changed at all."

I almost wanted to spit blood. Is this the time to say these things?

"Xiao Mian, I fell in love with you at first sight when I saw you."

I was stunned, who was Xiao Mian?

Fang Sen's next move completely stunned me. It was as if he was possessed, staring foolishly at the skull, full of affection.

He slowly approached, wanting to kiss the skull closely, like an intimate lover.

I watched in horror as Fang Sen's face magnified infinitely in front of me, and I could even smell the lingering stench on his body, seeing his lips scraped by the bone, oozing two drops of fresh blood.

Fang Sen licked the blood, smiling satisfactorily: "So sweet."

To wake Fang Sen up, I had to forcefully squeeze my eyes, trying every method, until one of my eyeballs popped out halfway from the eye socket, hanging by a thread of flesh, swaying gently.